claire lyle

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BASICS:
Full Name: Claire Austin Lyle
Age: Nineteen years
Birthday: August 3rd
Height/weight: 5’8” / slender
Sexuality: She’s a lesbian, but she can bend easily.
Hair: Long, thick and white-blond, slightly curled or wavy.
Eyes: Bright green


Nobody is perfect but I'm pretty fucking close,
And I'm here to give you all a heavy heavenly dose.


As described by Olivia Harper—ex-girlfriend.
I went out with Claire for a year and a half. Before we started dating, she was my best friend for six years straight. I knew her better than anyone else did, which I think says a lot about how much she must have trusted me, because she was a very secretive person. Sometimes she could be a huge bitch. She liked to take advantage of other people. But she didn’t get this way until about a year and three months into our relationship, when her father died. Claire was very close to her father, so when the news got to her, of course she was devastated. She came and found me immediately, then for a few hours straight, we just sat and cried, and talked about her dad, life, and happiness until she calmed down. About a week later is when she suddenly changed.

Although she would probably never admit it, Claire needed her father in her life. She became rebellious. She started fighting with her mom, the kids at school, and me. Most of the time, it was over stupid shit that we could have avoided. I never really understood what was going on with her. It’s as if she did a complete one-eighty in the blink of an eye. The sweet, cheerful Claire that I had once known and loved was gone and replaced by this revengeful, angry bitch. I hated it, but I never once gave up on her. I stayed with her even when the fighting started to get worse. Even when she started using her hands instead of just words to hurt me. Despite how she made me feel incredibly small, like I didn’t matter anymore, I never left. I did love her, anyway. Or I used to. A part of me was afraid that she’d only get worse if I left her too. I didn’t know what to do, but… then it got worse and I knew I had to end it.

March fifteenth was both the day I started dating Claire and the day that I stopped. It wasn’t just a coincidence—I planned making it the same day. You’d think that on our anniversary she would be nice because it was special, but all we did was get into another fight. She told me that for the past couple of months, she had been cheating on me and fooling around with other people behind my back—sometimes they were even men. I freaked out at this information and made the biggest mistake of my life by calling her a whore. She slapped me. Hard.

After the initial shock, I hit her back. We went on like that for a while before she just grabbed her shit and left, telling me not to wait up on her and that she’d be back in a few hours. I broke down as soon she was out the door. Then I called my friend Charlie and asked him please to come over. He left home and was at the front door to Claire’s empty house within ten minutes. After I just cried for a few minutes, I asked him what I should do about Claire. He told me to break up with her, that she wasn’t worth it anymore. I was scared, but I complied.

When Claire got home a few hours later, we were both still there. She ignored me at first, but after working up the courage, I reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her down beside me onto the couch. I kissed her one last time before telling her that I was tired of her shit and that I was leaving. To my surprise, despite everything that had happened before, she actually cried and tried to get me back.

I never went back to her. I moved on. It’s been a year since then and she still likes me.


All you have to do is get down on your knees and pray,
And I promise you the remedy is on its way.


Despite Claire's bitchiness, though, the girl is okay. She isn't disgusting or anything like that. I’d be lying if I said I thought she was ugly. Her hair, long and blonde, had always been one of my most favorite of her features. It’s really curly and messy, but it’s still pretty and quite soft to the touch. She also has shocking bright green eyes that you seem to just fall into when you stare at them… She’s beautiful, really, for such a vindictive bitch and a huge flirt.

She has trust issues, I think. She keeps secrets from all sorts of people – even me at first, until I warmed up to her – and lies like nobody else’s business. One of her biggest worries was and always been opening up to people. She’ll get really close to someone, but when things start to change or something bad happens, she shuts herself off from them. Like with the dad thing. Her dad died and her whole world fell apart. I don’t think she ever really stopped caring about what people thought and how they felt towards her. Like, I don’t think the way she acts now is because she’s pissed at the world. I think she’s just overstressed and she’s fallen apart and doesn’t know what else to do than try to act tough to come off as if she still has it all together. She can be incredibly stupid sometimes…

But, of course, nobody is perfect.


If I love myself then everyone will love me too,
and there's nothing you can do for me that I can't do.


other random details:
˟ She was a band geek throughout most of her middle and high school years. She can play the drums and alto saxophone.
˟ She got the tall gene from her father. Her mother is really short, and she doesn't have any other siblings.
˟ She has her right nostril pierced and a tattoo of a jester on her left bicep.
˟ She falls for people much too easily.
˟ She used to be a smoker, and now that she's quit, she has developed a bad habit of chewing on all sorts of random objects. She fidgets a lot, too. Sometimes she still gets the urge to light up.
˟ Even though she sucks at photography herself, she wants to take pictures when she's older.
˟ Likes: White flowers, hard rock, dance music, affectionate touching, her hair, dragonflies, silence, musicals and plays, Italian food, lip gloss, hot apple cider, confidence, kissing, Europe.
˟ Dislikes: Fighting, semi-trucks, foreign languages, gamers, losing her temper, coffee stains, organic chocolate, whiners, suspension bridges, cuddling, woodpeckers, men, gay jokes.





So welcome to my kingdom and enjoy your little stay,
Even if you can't afford it, I'll still make you pay.

photography (c) Tessa Ribitsch